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So apparently I'm thoroughly burnt out from the set sail fic (which you can find on my ao3) and couldn't bear to write anything new, that Shôganai sequel will have to wait... Luckily I got some more Cockatoo saved away and can keep the supply up for a few more weeks!
Whatever could go wrong when you allow two Marimos to explore a town on their own? Especially if one may or may not have been influenced by all her fun uncles?
He hated to admit it, but he was lost. With his daughter. In a town with a marine base. They've been walking for hours, probably, he could see her getting more and more tired with every step but she refused to be carried. Was a big girl after all… No need trying to figure out how she had inherited that stubbornness, saw it fucking daily from all of them. Every single Strawhat was to blame for that.
She tugged at his hand, smiling that big happy smile at him. "Papa, we're lost, no?"
Fuck.
"Is ok, I ask the ladies," she chippered, already skipping away in her dirty dress and with her green hair hidden under a cap just like his own. Not even noticing him cringe at both being called out on his one biggest flaw as well as hearing the shit cook's influence on her vocabulary.
Ah well, he supposed as long as she didn't adopt his vocabulary things were fine, or at least painless for him.
"May I humbly induce myself to you lovely young ladies," she began and his eye widened. Oh no, no, no, no, that fucking pervert!
"Oi, Tori," he called out in warning, but she just gave him a thumbs up. "Don't worry Papa, I got this."
Like fucking hell she had it. But before he could even decide whether he should cut the brat to pieces or just throw her over his shoulder and cut the skeleton to pieces she opened her mouth again. Probably with the sweetest fucking smile she could muster.
"May we see your panties?"
The women's change in demeanour was instant. While before they had gushed at how cute she was being they now turned their icy glares at him, closed ranks in front of an utterly confused Tori to point their fingers and ready their purses.
"How dare you use an innocent little child for your depraved pick-up schemes?"
"Men like you are disgusting!"
"This child should be raised by a responsible, loving mother! Look at the rags he has her wear..."
He kept his eye on his daughter but raised his hands in a sorry attempt to appease them and took one step back. If the six years on the crew had taught him anything it was to never ever underestimate a furious woman. And boy were they furious.
Cutting them up would be self-defence, right? Ah fuck, who was he kidding, Nami would have his head if he caused a commotion, hadn't forced the fucking cap on him for fun, although that wasn't unheard of either.
"Tori, we run!"
"Haaaaai," she affirmed and even while calling she weaselled through the banshees' legs towards him, hands raised and ready to be swept up any time.
She giggled and laughed when he threw her over his shoulder, no doubt waving at the women that stood there gritting their teeth at this disgusting example of the no-good father he was.
They were back on Sunny in a heartbeat and the brat still laughed when he put her on the grassy deck.
"Fucking hells, Tori, that's not how you introduce yourself!"
"Uncle Brook does," she pouted and he sighed, this girl would be the death of him.
Crouching down to her level he lifted her chin up so she'd look at him. "And what happens to uncle Brook when he does?"
Her eyes widened a bit, then her lips drew in a hard line. With a huff, she turned away from him. "He gets beating up," she grumbled, then her expression morphed into a grin, "But you did find back. Papa always do when there's trouble."
What the… Gods, this fucking brat had done it on purpose! And she even sprouted a fucking grin to prove it, no matter that she tried to hide it behind a grumpy scowl that was entirely him.
"Fufufufu, I take it you had a fun day out?"
The heat rose up his neck despite the fact that he was entirely too fucking old to still blush in front of his woman like that!
"Your daughter needs a bath," he said instead, poking against the dirty skirt of her dress. Really it was beyond him how she managed to get completely filthy in a matter of minutes.
"Oh, my daughter?" She asked as she crouched down next to him, her amusement at the situation nearly enough to suffocate him. She bumped her shoulder into his in greeting before examining their dirty little bird.
"Yes, definitely your daughter," he answered, brat had the same knack for humiliating him in public as her mother did and like her mother had the absolute audacity to not give a single fuck about his death glares. Instead, she beamed at him before nearly tackling him to the floor, hugging his neck and rubbing her greasy cheek against his.
"Love you, too, Papa."
Read him like her mother, too.
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